Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.